Seventeen
Catarine
I put one foot in front of me after another.
My head pounds. Everything feels strange.
The suit Sithe put on me conforms to my body, and by the time we exit the cargo bay, the odd smell of the atmosphere inside it dissipates.
We travel through the ship. These walkways will never be familiar to me, but there’s relative anonymity with the hood on. I can see out clearly, but no one can see me. No one looks over at us. Anyone who passes too close makes me startle and shrink away.
In the carless elevator, Sithe pulls me against his chest and looks down. Our hoods’ tinting interferes in just the right way because I can see up into his eyes now. He’s tired, concerned, but unstoppable. And no matter where I’m taken, he will find me.
This is deeply comforting.
We exit, an
